The weather forecaster looks as if someone has died. The news is dominated by images of holidaymakers bent double against the wind, rain capes plastered to their bodies while unseasonably enormous waves threaten to crash on top of them. Festivals are washed out, tents blown away, caravans upturned. It's another miserable bank holiday. But, as the motivational speakers like to say, it's how you react that matters. So here are a few cheery bank holiday thoughts as the latest Atlantic depression (sadly for the headline writers, not the tail end of hurricane Gordon) sweeps in from the southwest: if you aren't up yet, you don't need to bother; there's no need to go and sit on the beach pretending it's almost warm enough to swim; there is no way you can mow the lawn; you can watch daytime TV with a clear conscience; or you can cook/clean/do your tax return and go to bed in a glow of self-approval warmer than a dose of sunburn.